AMBER’S POV
“What a day!” I say to myself as I make my way out of the shower in my bathrobe to the wardrobe, I browse through my clothes in search of my nightie, I want to be as comfortable as I can be. I need all the rest I can get. I finally found the perfect silky nightwear to drape on for the night. “Ugh!” A slight groan escaped my mouth as I finally laid in my bed for the first time in hours. Laying in bed reminiscing about how hectic of a day today was, the beautiful scenery of this town, no matter how hard I try, I can’t just seem to get the thoughts of how many beautiful pictures I’ve taken since I arrived in Raven’s Peak. The townspeople are very strange but yet welcoming and warm.. there’s beauty in the strangeness I guess. What’s with the talk of how dangerous it is to walk at night and staying indoors all night on this particular night. Something is definitely off and I can’t seem to place my fingers on it. “Asher Nightshade! Good strong name” my attention got shifted to him. I believe it’s the thought of his perfectly carved face and how amazingly handsome of a man he is that makes it hard for me to find my sleep. What the hell did he mean by: “I leave for L.A tomorrow. Get ready, I will take a detour and bring you home. I do not want you in raven’s peak” I tried to sound just like him in a mimicking manner and with his deep toned and confident voice. “He might be a big deal in this town, but he sure as hell ain’t the boss of me” I said while letting out a little chuckle. I tuck myself in my bed and I’m finally ready to allow my mind and eyes shut. I found myself dozing off for a while and I got distracted by a car pulling up in front of my gate. I opened my eyes and glanced at my wall clock, it’s almost 10pm! “Who the hell is that?” I ask myself with a frown on my face as I peeped out through the window. A car packed outside and I could hear them speaking indistinctly. I grabbed my night robe and a bat I found in the cabin basement when I toured through it earlier, and headed out to meet them, “They won’t scare me at my own cabin” I said to myself as I opened the door. It’s freezing out here, I looked at the moon and it’s so bright and full, there’s something different about it, it’s unlike any I’ve ever seen. The car zoomed off as soon as I reached the cabin gate, leaving behind two males. They turned around and looked at me while approaching in an awkward but not so dangerous manner. Nonetheless, I was not going to take any chances. “Who the hell are you guys and what do you want?” I asked holding up the bat, with no conviction in my voice but I’m not afraid to swing it, if it comes to that. “There’s no need for that ma’am” the mysterious man said “Oh, there’s every need for it, I don’t know who you people are and you’re standing in front of my cabin uninvited” I said back “I won’t ask a second time, who are you?” I continued glancing at both of them. “My name is Kyrie Adams and my partner here is Ràul Gonzalez. We’re here to keep you safe” Kyrie answered “Mm! keep me safe? From what? Do I look like I need any kind of saving?” I flashed the bat in front of them back and forth. “Ma’am, we are not here to debate about how strong you are, I mean it’s obvious” Raul said as he mockingly looked at the bat in my hand “please go back inside and let us do our job” he added “First of all, don’t tell me what to do Raul, second of all, kindly go back and let Mr. Asher know that I do not need any babysitters from him. I’m capable of taking care of myself. Thank you” I said, lowering the bat and grabbing my night robe tightly as I still glanced at the full moon for the second time. “This is for your own good ma’am, these are dangerous hours and you need to be inside already” Kyrie said and I could see him looking sideways in a vigilant manner. “Why do you people keep trying to play with me and instill fear in me, and why are you looking sideways?….” *Howling* “Does that howling ever stop?” I asked with a bit of fear and curiosity in my face, I believe it was visible enough for them to react the way they did, they both drew their pistols from behind their backs. “What the hell is going….” “Please ma’am, go back inside immediately and lock the doors!” Kyrie cut me off as he gently pushed me by my shoulders and jammed the gate. “Do not come outside no matter what happens” I heard Raul added Now I did not need anymore convincing to let me know that I needed to get to safety. I sprint back inside and lock the door behind me and find my way to the basement. “What the hell is going on in this town!?” I asked as the howling sounds kept going on for a while longer, I glanced at the wall clock and it’s exactly 12am! ASHER’S POV “Alpha?!” I heard it faintly at first, my vision is blurry and I believe it’s from the migraines, I can feel it in the middle of my forehead. I massaged it as I gently opened my eyes to see Manny hovering over me. “Alpha, are you alright? Did it work?!” Manny asked again, I can see him clearly now as my eyes traveled around and I started to recollect what happened and how I ended up on the cold tiled floor of my study. “Manny, help me get up” I said to him as he grabbed my forearm and placed it around his shoulder, and directed me to the couch. “Did it work alpha? I need to know if it worked” “How’s she, Manny? Did she survive the night?” I ask while I continually massage my forehead. “Yes, Ms Amber survived the night, I called Kyrie and he confirmed that she is okay” Manny answered. “Great, great, she needs to understand that we are not savages and we do not hurt humans” I said looking directly at Manny “I believe she’ll need an explanation concerning what happened last night, she should have questions about the incidents” Manny added “Hmm, do we have her number?” I ask “No Alpha, unfortunately we do not. You ought to go see her in person” Manny says “I’ll go get the car ready” He added “Good, and Manny?” “Yes Alpha” Manny answered as he turned around and faced me. “Yes, I’m fine. The pendant worked. It kept my wolf at bay. I just passed out during the transformation process. This time was different and excruciatingly painful. I can’t really recall what happened plus these migraines” I said while touching my head “are new” I added “I’m glad the pendant worked! I will go get the clan healer at once” Manny says “No! There’s no need for that, I need you to get the car ready. I’ll pay Akira a visit when I get back from Amber’s” I say to Manny while I gather myself off of the couch and head to the shower. “Akira, are you sure about it? I don’t mean to question your decision but we haven’t heard from her in years since…” “It’s okay Manny, you can say it” I added “The trial was a bloodbath, and we had to keep her secluded in an abandoned apartment. She’s the only one you let leave there alive. I’m sure you remember” Manny says “It’s about time I face my past and you said it yourself, I let her live, more reason for why she’s going to want to speak with me. That will be all Manny” Manny bowed and made his way to the garage. While I entered my bathtub and gave myself the warmest and longest bath of my life. I looked straight at the ceiling and I can’t help but think about the state of confusion Amber must be in right now. I really hope her enthusiasm and affection towards Raven’s Peak isn’t broken by last night. Even through my toughness and arrogance I could still see how excited she is about living here. Manny is right, I really do need to go speak with her in person, I alone can help put her mind at rest. I concluded as I slowly let myself sink into my warm bath.POV: Ember. The sky wept the morning of Dalia’s funeral.Thin sheets of rain rolled over the stones and down the black coats of the mourners gathered in Raven’s Peak’s high glade—an ancient place, older than names, where the mountain kept its secrets and its dead. The earth had been opened in the clearing near the old ash tree, where the roots once whispered to the oldest bloodlines of their kind.Ember stood at the edge of the grave, her fingers clenched around a bundle of wildflowers—yarrow, sage, and marigold. Her sister would have hated the rain. She would have made a joke about mud and ruined boots, teased Ember for getting too serious. But Dalia wasn’t here to laugh anymore. Only the cold wind and the solemn circle of the Pack, heads bowed in silence.Ember stepped forward.“I don’t have enough words,” she said, her voice steady though the grief was a tight, burning knot in her chest. “Dalia never asked for a place in history. She just wanted to protect what mattered. She made
POV: Ember. Infirmary – Three Days LaterThe snow had softened outside, clinging quietly to the windows. Inside, the infirmary was calm. Ember sat propped against a stack of blankets, still pale, still weak, but alive.She watched the flakes drift with a kind of quiet awe, as though the world outside kept going, unaware of what had almost been lost.Asher sat at her side, fingers loosely laced with hers.“I feel like I was gone for weeks,” she said, voice hoarse but steadier now.“You were,” he said softly. “And still… you came back.”She looked at him, then down at their hands. “I saw him, Asher. Aiden. Not a memory—him. Inside the dream. Talking like he was just… waiting.”Asher’s jaw clenched. “What did he say?”“That I was soft. That I led with love. That I let people in.” She paused. “And he used that against me.”“But it’s also what brought you back,” he said. “You let me in.”She smiled faintly. “Then maybe that’s our answer.”****POV: Raven’s Peak – Moon Room, Same DayThe fi
POV: Infirmary – Night of the Same DayThe room had dimmed to whispers. The candles had long since burned low, and the world outside was snow and shadow. Ember lay still beneath wool blankets, her skin damp and too pale, her breathing shallow and uneven.And in her mind, something stirred.A whisper, too soft to trace. Then words—clear, cold.“This is what love costs you, Ember.”She turned in the fevered dark, trying to escape it, but the voice followed.“You let someone close. You let your heart guide you. And now look.”Aiden.She tried to speak—to scream—but her lips didn’t move. In the dream, she stood in the middle of Raven’s Peak, and all around her, the people were falling. Dalia. Mira. Even Asher, blood on his hands and sorrow in his eyes.“You were warned.”“No,” she whispered into the void. “This isn’t real.”“It doesn’t need to be.”His voice smiled.“It’s already planted inside you.”****POV: Raven’s Peak – Moon Room, Just After MidnightTension hung like smoke. Vivianne
Pov: Asher. POV: Raven’s Peak – That EveningThe fire crackled low in the hearth, throwing flickering light across the stone walls of the gathering room. Asher leaned against the doorframe, arms crossed, watching Ember across the room as she scribbled something into her notebook.She looked… off.It was in the way her hand paused between lines. The way her shoulders were tighter than usual. And the color in her face—too pale. Her eyes were ringed with a fatigue he hadn’t seen before, even in the worst weeks.He cleared his throat gently. “You’ve been pushing too hard.”Ember didn’t look up. “We all are.”“I mean it.”She finally glanced up, meeting his eyes. For a moment, something flickered behind them—pain, maybe. Or confusion. But it vanished too fast.“I’m fine,” she said, but her voice wavered, just slightly.Asher stepped closer. “You don’t look fine.”“I just need rest.” She stood, and he instinctively reached a hand out to steady her when she swayed.Her skin felt hot. Fevere
POV: Ember. The sun had begun to dip behind the trees by the time Ember returned. The big house smelled like rain and pine, and everything was quiet—too quiet for a house that held a child.She stepped inside cautiously, her boots leaving faint prints on the wooden floor.“Asher?” she called, her voice soft but steady.“In here,” came his reply—from their room.She walked in to find him sitting on the edge of the bed, the carved box beside him, its contents laid out carefully: letters, an old photograph of his parents, and the obsidian pendant, still warm from his hand.He looked up at her. His eyes were clear now. Not calm—but no longer confused.“I saw my father’s writing,” he said quietly. “He knew. About the dreams. About the blood. He wanted me to follow it.”Ember stepped closer and sat beside him.“I saw Maela,” she said. “Or rather, I saw who she really is. She’s not just a girl, Asher. She’s Lupa—the moon spirit. The one the old stories talk about. She’s been watching over y
POV: Ember. The night was still, the kind of quiet that presses against the windows like a warning. A soft drizzle had started sometime after midnight, misting the grounds around the big house and turning the trees into pale silhouettes.Ember stirred in bed first, her hand reaching instinctively toward Asher’s side.Empty.Her eyes snapped open."Asher?" she whispered into the darkness, expecting a groggy reply or the sound of water running from the bathroom. But the house was silent. Too silent.She threw off the covers and padded barefoot down the hall, past Caelen’s room—where she paused, heart catching until she heard the soft rhythm of their child’s breathing. She glanced in. Caelen was tucked in safely, one chubby hand curled under his cheek.But Asher was nowhere.It wasn’t the first time.Not even the second if Ember was being honest with herself. But this felt different. The air itself carried a charge, like the sky just before lightning breaks.****POV: Asher. Asher move
POV: Aiden. The clearing held its breath. The trees stood silent, skeletal arms brushing a violet sky. A crescent moon was rising, thin and sharp as a blade. Aiden stood at the edge of the ridge with the weapon slung across his back, feeling the cold of it seep through his coat. Enid crouched beside a broken log, whispering to the wind. Mr. Lark adjusted the long brass scope of his rifle, though they wouldn’t be using bullets tonight.“I can hear them,” Enid said, voice low. “Three. Maybe four. Not close, but they’re coming.” Her eyes flicked up to Aiden’s. “They smell the bait.”Aiden nodded. “Then we give them a reason to come closer.”The bait was blood. Not animal—something stranger. Something ancient. Aiden had carved it from old bone and soaked it in the thick dark of a creature they’d found deep in the northern waste. The Hollowpact had shown them how to awaken it. Not just blood, but memory. Not just memory, but hunger.The wolves came slow.First a flicker of movement in the
POV: Vivianne. The café was tucked into a quiet Brooklyn side street, somewhere between old brownstones and gentrified wine bars. The kind of place no one paid attention to unless they were looking for it. Vivianne arrived five minutes early, as always, dressed in soft gray wool and sunglasses she didn’t need after sunset.She slid into the booth without ordering. She didn’t have to. The server recognized her from previous visits and brought her a black tea, unsweetened. She didn’t thank him.A few minutes later, a man stepped in. Late thirties, tall, sharp-jawed. His coat was too plain for his posture, and he didn’t bother scanning the room. He walked straight to her table and sat down.“Vivianne,” he said, voice low.“Micah.”Micah St. Clair hadn’t been seen at family events in years. No one spoke of why he left. But Vivianne knew. He was smart—too smart for the backroom power plays and never quite wolf enough for the old guard. Still, he had a presence. And more importantly, he ow
POV: Asher and Ember. The air inside the Moon Room buzzed with the tension of old wounds and cautious hope. Stone walls bore scorch marks from the battle weeks prior, and makeshift banners covered them with the sigils of the united clans—wolf and human, bound in shared survival. Asher moved first, tall and quiet, every step a reminder of the authority he held as Alpha. But all eyes followed Ember as she entered beside him—calm, grounded, with that glint of clear purpose in her eyes.The long table was full: elders, warriors, former St. Clair allies now settled uneasily among the Raven’s Peak ranks, and village leaders from the surrounding hills. Some still bore bandages. Some still bore grief.Ember stood at the head of the table with Asher, fingers laced before her.“We are not here to argue over what was lost,” she began, her voice steady. “We are here to decide what will rise from it.”A murmur of assent ran through the room.Jonas, a grizzled pack elder, spoke up. “The east watch